The living room in Mom's suite in Hong Kong was quiet, the air cool. I stood at the giant bank of windows, looking out over the bustling city from so far above, feeling detached.

Yes, that was the word. Detached. From what I'd done, the death of the normal. And though a part of me-the girls, mostly-thought I should feel something, I just couldn't muster it.

I'd broken the law. No witch was supposed to use magic against a normal. ...